The World Below © lisa Naylor
Snow falls hard on heathered ground
Whistling winds a single sound
Hills are powdered, frozen flakes
fall like bullets, breath it takes
And in this harsh and wicked cold
Life is present, tales are told
twitching nose, marbled eye
nestled down 'neath blizzard sky
Mountain hare, calmly sit
admiring views of valley lit
with winter's sun, as snow abaits
hours pass, he simply waits
White on white near sheltered rocks
apricot features, auburn socks
the hare, he sits, as buzzards fly
threateningly through stormy sky
he sits, as raven's shadows hover
blanketed ground he keeps his cover
perfectly blended, heather and snow
he quietly ponders the world that's below
25/01/14
